Life is depressing. True.
Life is unfair. True.
Suicide is the most reasonable option. True.
So why can't I do it?
Jumping of a building would attract to much attention.
Stabbing a knife in my heart would be to bloody and painful.
Swallowing sleeping pills would be to simple.
I don't have a gun. I can't shoot myself.
What can I do?
Waking up in the morning is the worst possible thing. People say, every sunrise is a new beginning. What I feel is, every morning is another day of hell or something even worse.
I went down the stairs after preparing myself. I wear what I normally wear. A dark jacket with long jeans. I don't take breakfast because I would like to starve to death, even if it'll take a long time, I would like to die of malnutrition. My parents don't care much anyways. I don't even have enough money to buy anything.
Going to school is also hell. Even though I have friends, I get good grades, I'm the top student, everything is hard. One of my friends greeted me at the entrance, I responded with a smile and wave.
Sometimes, hanging around friends makes me feel sick. Seeing them happy and laughing together with them feels good and wrong at the same time because I know that one day, everything will be gone. Everything will just end with memories.
Everything was just the same, I have weird friends. We joke, laugh like there's nothing in the world that can stop us. But I felt my heart break every time I'm with them.
School ended and I decided to walk home alone. When I got there, I went straight to my room and slept, not caring about the time. As long as I can escape reality, I'll do anything.
I woke up at midnight. That's when I decided to go on a night walk. It was raining, but I never bothered.
As I walked I never really paid attention to my surroundings. I just walked. When I was at a junction, I decided to stop for no reason.
Then I saw a car, the driver must be a drunkard since he or she couldn't drive in a straight line. The car was coming towards me. Fast. I had enough time, but I didn't move. This wasn't a cliché romance movie. So I'm happy that no one came to save me.
That's when it crashed. The next thing I knew, I was on the road, bleeding. All my memories came to view and I feel the warm tears on my cheeks and blood rolling down from my head. I found peace in the rain.
No more pain. No more sorrow.
No more family problems. No more arguments.
No more suffering. No more silent screams.
No more waking up. No more sunrises.
I can finally sleep forever.
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So here's another one shot. Rate how depressing it is from 1 to 10. One being not depressing. Please comment and tell me whether or not to continue the story, if not, I'll keep it a one shot.
alexaraine
